The knight raised an invisible eyebrow to regard the monk from afar, never stopping the spellcasting. Within his helmet, a blue outline of a mouth appeared in front of his lifeless teeth. He stared at the human with nothing less than a wicked grin as he finished the spell. The inscriptions in his finely crafted armour started glowing, barely masking the many cracks that appeared in it. Keystone could spot the bones inside the armour. Struggling against the force of the magic, Glith took a step forward towards the monk.

The sun was past its zenith, but the street lit up with the flashes of lightning, arcing at the undead from all sides. They impacted and were absorbed by the glowing armour as Glith broke into a full on run, charging Keystone with the sword still on his back. More magic and missiles struck the running form, yet again to no avail. As he approached the enclave, many more red robed wizards appeared behind Keystone, falling into casting as soon as they took note of the threat. The barrage flew towards Glith, striking with audible force his cracked armour no longer absorbing spells. With a grunt, the armoured undead came to a halt halfway to Keystone, standing upright and proud.

"Do you think she's telling you the truth, [i]Keystone[/i]?" he yelled. More cracks appeared in the old armour, plates falling apart. The magic that it had absorbed earlier, now exploded out of the inscribed plates and struck back at its original source, striking the many spellshields the casters had set up to protect themselves, but also eliciting the occasional yell as their own magic overwhelmed the defences and struck the wizards down.

Glith scowled at Keystone as he slowly fell apart, more and more spells and magical bolts impacting his immobile form. When a fireball struck the almost completely exposed skeleton, it simply exploded, raining bone fragments on the pavement. A few wizards cheered, but were quickly drowned out by the cries of victory coming from the many soldiers, charging at the horde of zombies that quickly filled the field. Many wizards were low on spells, opting to use their last slots to leave the battle safely.

The only thing remaining of the undead knight, was the large two handed sword lying on the pavement where he had stood. The seemingly endless supply of zombies quickly swarmed the defenders, tying everyone up where they stood. Half a dozen of them shuffled towards the monk. Amongst the forms, he could recognize a tall, hunching form. Erepar shuffled towards him, half his face missing, his skin pale and sliced off in several places.

All around Keystone, the battle exploded anew, the city guard, monks and Red Wizards fighting a stream of zombies that just wouldn't end.